Humanity

All is lost, truly it is,
Like raindrops on an eagle's wings, futile and useless.
If there was a way to rid you of the world’s ills, I’d be your ray of hope,
But it is a fickle thing, is it not? Hope?

If it’s a solution you seek, you’ll find none here,
These wounds run deep, with no blood left to share.
A wounded wanderer, lost in the cavern of my despair,
To lick my wounds, to disappear.

If it’s answers you seek, they are barren and bleak,
Humanity’s a bridle, the world’s cursed streak,
The only cure, our extinction, unique,
But no one wishes to hear or listen.

If it’s salvation you desire, you’ve come to the wrong shore,
For I have nothing left to offer, my heart has given all, and more.
Lost adrift on a forgotten isle,
Humanity is all but lost, no longer worthwhile.

Written by Lora Tia